INT. ZONE 9 — LOCKDOWN CORE, DARKENED CONTROL ROOM — MOMENTS LATER
Sparks popped from the ruined console. The emergency lights kicked in—dull red, pulsing slowly like a heartbeat. Jason coughed through the smoke, checking on Lena and Dr. Rho.
JASON:
“We’re sealed in. No exit, no signal.”
DR. RHO (groaning):
“Someone wanted us here… and now they’re watching.”
A monitor crackled back to life. A face appeared—hooded, masked, but human. Eyes bright with fanaticism.
MASKED VOICE:
“You delivered the specimen. As expected.”
The camera panned—multiple feeds showing the group’s entry, their struggle, their access to the lockdown terminal. All recorded.
LENA (grim):
“They’ve been monitoring us since the sewers.”
DR. RHO:
“They planned this. The lockdown, the pod… even the fight in the tunnels. All orchestrated.”
JASON (snarling):
“Who are you?”
MASKED VOICE:
“We are the Harbingers. We do not fear the infection. We guide it.”